It just gets put aside,
blurred by years of life.
It lives so quiet and deep in our hearts,
...
I am fifteen now,
halfway to thirty.
I'm not liking the fact that, I'm halfway to thirty.
It just makes me feel old,
...
I'm sorry I'm not perfect,
I'm sorry I'm not pretty,
I'm sorry that I was born,
I'm sorry that you don't like me.
...
I lay here in this bed of mine, made for more than one,
Just laying here thinking of you,
I turn on my side and see nobody there.
Nobody's there but still I stare,
...
All these thoughts about death,
will never leave my mind.
Thoughts of committing suicide,
are starting to torture me.
...
When I was 13 I constantly thought,
three additional years and I'll be sixteen,
the ideal age when you can go out with boys.
The ideal age when you can wear make-up,
...
You are my description of love,
you are my description of a friend,
you are my description of everything.
You are my description of beginning to end,
...